I was struggling to make formula for Little T. I jerked and spilled powder all over the floor and countertop. "Argh!" I screamed. Special K walked over and said sweetly "It's okay, Mommy. Do you want a hug?" Of course I said yes. She hugged me and I felt better.

Just then my sister called. She told me to write a book proposal. Doh. So I'm writing one. Sometimes I need to be told the obvious.